I can't help it
But break out into spontaneous weeping
Whenever I recall a painful incident
Which seems to open a sluice gate in my soul
Letting flow of painful experiences long forgotten.
A strange flow seems to ooze through my body
As the pain and disappointment of old
Seem to re-surface from old embedded wounds
Bringing me agony and tears
Like from a fresh cut
Smarting from the spicy juices of a jalapeno.
Commiserate with me
And pray with me
As I pray in earnest
That such cruelty and abuse
Will never ever happen again
To someone, or anyone else.
ltbs
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?
William Wordsworth
But break out into spontaneous weeping
Whenever I recall a painful incident
Which seems to open a sluice gate in my soul
Letting flow of painful experiences long forgotten.
A strange flow seems to ooze through my body
As the pain and disappointment of old
Seem to re-surface from old embedded wounds
Bringing me agony and tears
Like from a fresh cut
Smarting from the spicy juices of a jalapeno.
Commiserate with me
And pray with me
As I pray in earnest
That such cruelty and abuse
Will never ever happen again
To someone, or anyone else.
ltbs
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?
William Wordsworth
